SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

Something floats into my pocket. A mischievous laugh on the wind. I feel my pocket and scowl. Despite- despite the good intentions, and how fitting it may be... I still feel indignity at the damned spirit.

Have some damn tact will you, you fucking summon.

I felt a burst of anger. One that I take out on the slowly breathing wolf. She looks at me with some sort of expression. Likely one of fear.

"Hear me. I don't care about you, I wouldn't shed a single tear should your existence be erased from the entire fucking world. But-" I draw my gaze around her figure. "You have your uses. So be a good girl and let me collar you."

The object in my pocket is revealed. A simple collar and leash.

It's placed easily, not that the wolf has any will to resist. She just writhes on the floor, lamenting her loss.

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